“I’m off to the washer. See you later,” said Cannon.
“Lucky,” Rar muttered.
Very soon Pretty was back. Rar could see her feet get close to the dresser. The dresser started to move, then stopped. Rar could see that she had moved a little off to the side, then she grunted, and the dresser moved a little more.
Rar didn’t like Pretty making the grunting noise, even though it wasn’t quite the same.
She walked to the other end of the dresser, grunted again, and the dresser moved a little more this time.
The phone rang, “Hello.”
“Oh, it’s you.”
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